"What's this, you don't trust your grandpa's judgment anymore? How about this, let Andrew take a look in a bit." Henry Brooks said. The Andrew he mentioned, full name Andrew Foster, is Samuel Foster's father and was also his former student. He now works at the Cultural Relics Bureau, specializing in Song Dynasty history. Although Henry Brooks is Andrew Foster's teacher, when it comes to Song Dynasty history, he really isn't as knowledgeable as Andrew Foster.

"Grandpa Brooks, I trust your judgment, there's no need to ask anyone else to look at it." David Carter gently shook his head and said slowly.

"Your trust isn't enough, Uncle Foster is an expert in Song Dynasty studies. Only after his authentication can it be considered genuine." Grace Brooks's beautiful eyes widened as she spoke, clearly displeased.

"Xiao Yu, it's good to let Andrew take a look too. If he finds out there's a Song edition in Tanzhou, even if you don't go to him, he'll come looking for you himself." Henry Brooks said with a smile. Whether collectors or appraisers, if they're not obsessed with antiques, it's impossible to become a true "expert." Andrew Foster's research on Song Dynasty history has reached an obsessive level; as long as it's something from the Song Dynasty, he wants to study it. And a Song edition is a rare treasure—if he finds out, he'll definitely come to appreciate it.

Originally, Henry Brooks planned to take David Carter to the museum for an interview after meeting him. But now, because of the Nanyue Manuscript, the job search has been put aside; appreciating this Nanyue Manuscript is now the top priority.

Chapter 11: Undoubtedly a Song Edition

Andrew Foster learned that Henry Brooks was coming and brought his son Samuel Foster downstairs early to wait. His eagerness was not only because Henry Brooks is his mentor, but also because of the "Nanyue Manuscript." He has great faith in Professor Brooks's judgment, and naturally looked forward to it even more.

Seeing Henry Brooks's car arrive, he immediately jogged over to open the door. Although he now works at the Cultural Relics Bureau, which oversees the museum, and Henry Brooks is just an expert at the museum, no matter how their statuses change, in his heart, Henry Brooks will always be his mentor.

Moreover, this time Henry Brooks told him he was bringing a Song edition book, so he couldn't sit still at home, only wanting to see the Nanyue Manuscript as soon as possible.

"Professor Brooks, you're here." Andrew Foster, in his fifties, tall and thin, wearing thick glasses and with some white hair, still greeted Henry Brooks with the same respect as when he was in school. Though his words were warm, his eyes searched everywhere, his eagerness like that of an eighteen-year-old boy going on a date, so full of anticipation it made people want to laugh.

"Are you welcoming me or the Song edition book?" Henry Brooks asked, pretending to be annoyed when he saw Andrew Foster's wandering gaze.

"Both, both." Andrew Foster's gaze finally settled on David Carter. After getting out of the car, David Carter took a step back on his own, clearly a bit unfamiliar with Henry Brooks's granddaughter. But Henry Brooks had said on the phone that someone else had bought the Nanyue Manuscript and wanted him to authenticate it.

"Let me introduce you. This is David Carter, a young friend I met yesterday. He's the one who bought the Nanyue Manuscript at a street stall this morning. This is Andrew Foster, my student, who specializes in Song Dynasty history. When it comes to Song Dynasty history, he's surpassed the master." Henry Brooks pulled David Carter over and patted his shoulder as he spoke.

"Professor Brooks, aren't you making me look bad? In front of you, I'll always be a student. Even if I've achieved a little something now, it's all thanks to your teaching back then." Andrew Foster said humbly. Henry Brooks is unlike most professors—he doesn't have that false sense of superiority.

"Enough with the small talk, let's hurry inside." Henry Brooks said, unable to help but laugh at Andrew Foster's look of barely contained excitement as he stared at David Carter. If they stayed downstairs any longer, it might affect Andrew Foster's image.

"Grandpa Brooks, Grace, Xiao Yu, please come in." Samuel Foster said with a smile. His gaze toward David Carter was a bit complicated. Last night, David Carter had left a deep impression on him—his moves were quick and ruthless. Even for him, it would be hard to do without tools. He agreed with Grace Brooks's view that David Carter must have used some kind of tool last night; otherwise, it wouldn't have caused such serious consequences.

"Peter Foster, hello." David Carter gave a slight bow and nodded.

"This isn't the bureau, and I'm off today, so don't call me that. I'm just a few years older than you—privately, you can call me Big Brother Foster or Brother Foster." Samuel Foster patted David Carter's shoulder with a smile. Although David Carter's fighting ability is high, it's clear that he's a kind and upright person.

As soon as they arrived at the Ren household, Andrew Foster urged to see the Nanyue Manuscript. As soon as David Carter took out the book, Andrew Foster only glanced at it before his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. He nervously put on white gloves, and with trembling hands, took the book as if caressing his lover.

"Professor Brooks, Grace, Xiao Yu, I'll go in and take a look first. Samuel, help entertain our guests." Clutching the Nanyue Manuscript tightly, Andrew Foster headed straight for the study as soon as he finished speaking.